The Chosen One has been killed by the Demon King. Most of his companions lie dead. And the Free Peoples of a fantast early modern world go blissfully about their business unconcerned with their coming doom.

As one of the only two survivors of this total party wipe, you are determined to avenge this defeat, to kill the Demon King with your own two hands. It's a story about punching the apocalypse in the fucking face, looking wicked cool while doing so, and being outrageously sapphic afterwards.